| She sits him down in a stiff chair
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| Rubs his back and strokes his hair
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| Telling him it’s okay to cry
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| But he just sits and stares
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| The merciless moon outside
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| Has nothing now he’s come to realize
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| Only the desolation he feels
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| The cold distance inside
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| But you and I now
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| We can be alright
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| Just hold on to what we know is true
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| You and I now
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| Though it’s cold inside
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| Feel the tide turning
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| While the priest just sits and weeps
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| Lamenting the fact that he can see
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| Darkness and light in so much detail
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| He has given himself over
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| Refusing what he knows to be real
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| He turns away from every meal
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| Starving himself of goodness
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| He doesn’t think he can heal
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| But you and I now
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| We can be alright
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| Just hold on to what we know is true
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| You and I now
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| Though it’s cold inside
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| Feel the tide turning
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| «What if I’ve lost all I had?»
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| Says the stranger to his dad
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| And the witness is confused
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| He can’t tell what is bad
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| Instead he runs up to the nearest girl
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| And he comments on her glorious curls
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| Says, «Darling come with me
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| I’ll show you a whole new world»
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| But you and I now
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| We can be alright
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| Just hold on to what we know is true
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| You and I now
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| Though it’s cold inside
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| Feel the tide turning
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| You and I now
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| We can be alright
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| Just hold on to what we know is true
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| You and I now
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| Though it’s cold inside
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| Feel the tide turning |